It’s Summer Time in Phoenix…It’s 110+ degrees fehrenheit most days…Let’s put a big rubber and plastic thing filled with water in the middle of Downtown Phoenix. That won’t add any element of humidity. At all.

Ok. So. Sometimes, for work, I have to work from a different location. I like this particular one for many different reasons.

1) It’s the building I started at with the company.
2) It’s closer to my house.
3) No one bothers me, here.

The last time I was here, I was squirreled off in the corner in the back of the office. And I would eavesdrop on their conversations, chiming in when I felt like it. And NO ONE tried to come over and figure out who I was, or ANYTHING. It was beautiful.

When the opportunity arose for me to work from this building again…I seized it, immediately.
Upon my arrival, I was shocked to find that there was someone now permanently occupying this desk.

I perform Stand-Up Comedy from time to time. It had been a while since I performed — or even have been out in public, for that matter.

A friend of mine had asked me to perform at the Speakeasy Comedy Lounge in Scottsdale, Arizona. There’s an 8 PM show, and a 10 PM show.

This gentleman was at the 10 PM show. During his set, the headliner saw that this guy was nodding off…and then, all of a sudden…just full-on asleep. Out cold.

SNORING.

His wife informed everyone that he had been golfing and drinking since 8 AM.

After the show — of course — we all took our turns taking photos, and selfies with the sleeping man.

Given the circumstances — we are all performing in the side room of a Mexican restaurant. For free. And this man was sleeping — for good reason — while we were up on stage already battling our self-esteem issues.